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... Fair , as the first that fell of womankind , 155 When on that dread yet lovely serpent smiling , Whose image then was stamp'd upon her mind- 160 But once beguiled - and ever more beguiling ; Dazzling , as that , oh ! too transcendant ...
... Fair , as the first that fell of womankind , 155 When on that dread yet lovely serpent smiling , Whose image then was stamp'd upon her mind- 160 But once beguiled - and ever more beguiling ; Dazzling , as that , oh ! too transcendant ...
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... fair , " For all the treasures buried far " Within the caves of Istakar . ( 19 ) " This morning clouds upon me lower'd , " Reproaches upon my head were shower'd , 360 " And Giaffir almost call'd me coward ! " Now I have motive to be ...
... fair , " For all the treasures buried far " Within the caves of Istakar . ( 19 ) " This morning clouds upon me lower'd , " Reproaches upon my head were shower'd , 360 " And Giaffir almost call'd me coward ! " Now I have motive to be ...
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... fair , thou breeze ! —she anchors ere the dark . Already doubled is the cape - our bay 80 85 Receives that prow which proudly spurns the spray.90 How gloriously her gallant course she goes ! Her white wings flying - never from her foes ...
... fair , thou breeze ! —she anchors ere the dark . Already doubled is the cape - our bay 80 85 Receives that prow which proudly spurns the spray.90 How gloriously her gallant course she goes ! Her white wings flying - never from her foes ...
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... fair Olympia loved and left of old . ( 1 ) " Why - thou wert worse than he who broke his vow " To that lost damsel , shouldst thou leave me now ; " Or even that traitor chief - I've seen thee smile , 445 " When the clear sky showed ...
... fair Olympia loved and left of old . ( 1 ) " Why - thou wert worse than he who broke his vow " To that lost damsel , shouldst thou leave me now ; " Or even that traitor chief - I've seen thee smile , 445 " When the clear sky showed ...
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... fair hair lay floating o'er his arms , In all the wildness of dishevell❜d charms ; Scarce beat that bosom where his image dwelt So full - that feeling seemed almost unfelt ! Hark - peals the thunder of the signal - gun ! It told ' twas ...
... fair hair lay floating o'er his arms , In all the wildness of dishevell❜d charms ; Scarce beat that bosom where his image dwelt So full - that feeling seemed almost unfelt ! Hark - peals the thunder of the signal - gun ! It told ' twas ...
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Page 225 - These scenes, their story not unknown, Arise, and make again your own; Snatch from the ashes of your sires The embers of their former fires; And he who in the strife expires Will add to theirs a name of fear That Tyranny shall quake to hear, And leave his sons a hope, a fame, They too will rather die than shame : For Freedom's battle once begun, Bequeath'd by bleeding Sire to Son, Though baffled oft is ever won.
Page 7 - In colour though varied, in beauty may vie, And the purple of ocean is deepest in dye ; Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine, And all, save the spirit of man, is divine ? 'Tis the clime of the East ; 'tis the land of the Sun — Can he smile on such deeds as his children have done ? 2 Oh ! wild as the accents of lovers...
Page 7 - Gul in her bloom? Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute, Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, In colour though varied, in beauty may vie...
Page 224 - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon; Yes, but for these and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power; So fair, so calm, so softly seal'd, The first, last look by death reveal'd!
Page 76 - How gloriously her gallant course she goes! Her white wings flying — never from her foes — She walks the waters like a thing of life, And seems to dare the elements to strife.
Page 165 - All was so still, so soft in earth and air, You scarce would start to meet a spirit there ; Secure that nought of evil could delight To walk in such a scene, on such a night...
Page 224 - And but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not, now. And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's apathy Appals the gazing mourner's heart...
Page 73 - Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting sense - the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way?
Page 226 - Bequeathed by bleeding Sire to Son, Though baffled oft is ever won. Bear witness, Greece, thy living page, Attest it many a deathless age ! While kings, in dusty darkness hid, Have left a nameless pyramid, Thy heroes, though the general doom Hath swept the column from their tomb, A mightier monument command, The mountains of their native land ! There points thy Muse to stranger's eye The graves of those that cannot die...
Page 223 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress, (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers...